Unbreakable

Chapter 38: Name

Chapter 38: Name

Six Months Pregnant-

If there were three words I could’ve used to describe this part of my pregnancy, they would be:

Baby. Bump. Huge.

We’d already been to the doctor’s to hear the heartbeat, and see the baby. We didn’t want to know what we’re having until the day, though. And we’d decide on the name that same day.

And like always, Keene was more excited than I was.

It sounds insane, I know, but I was sure that my dad was actually trying to tell me something in my dream.

Jillian and Teddy came over everyday, and Mom still insisted on living on my couch for nine months.

In wasn’t until February that I started to feel somewhat like myself again.

The superbowl was fun, mostly because of the food.

“So, Kamie, how is it being pregnant?” Jill asked.

I scowled her scornfully, “You are stupid.”

Keene whispered to Jill, “Mood swing.”

“No! It is not, Keene!” I said, sobbing.

“Yes it is, dear.”

“Okay, I guess it is.” I agreed happily. “I want some more food, but standing is like trying to move the sun.”

“What does that mean?” Jill asked.

“Its impossible, Jill!” I snapped.

 I stood up akwardly, trying not to crush my bump.

Suddenly, a flutter was felt in my stomach.

“Whoa.” I expressed.

“What?” Everyone said, rushing to my side.

I looked to my mom, “I don’t know, its the baby.”

She put her hands on my stomach. She looked thoughtful and then smiled.

“Honey, its okay! Its your baby kicking!”

Everyone’s hands flew to my stomach.

“I wanna feel!” Everyone shouted.

“No!” I objected, stepping back. “My stomach, my baby!”

Keene objected, “Hey! I helped make that!”

I shook my head, “Fine. Keene’s allowed.”

He followed me into the kitchen.

“I’ve never loved you more than I do, right now.” He smiled.

The fluttering grew wild at the sound of his voice.

He kissed my forehead and layed his hand on my abdomen.

The flutters twitched again.

“Can you feel that?”

He looked frustrated, “No.”

I shrugged, “Its okay.”

“I bet it hates me.”

“Ugh, okay don’t turn to melodramatic Melanie again!”

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Everyone-meaning everyone but Keene and I- went out for dinner after spending a few hours watching me.

We layed on the couch, watching romantic movies that I was not in the mood for.

“So how do you feel about this?” Keene asked, talking about the baby

I shrugged; I didn’t want to show my insecurities about this child.

“What does that mean, Kam?”

I shugged again, “It just means…I don’t know.”

“You should know.” His voice was getting harder.

“Don’t yell at me!”

“Kamie, I’m not yelling at you!”

“Yes you are! Stop it! Stop acting like you own me! You don’t! I’m not yours to dictate!”

“Well, I’m sorry for caring about you!”

“Stop victimizing yourself; its really annoying!”

“Oh my gosh, stop it! Just stop!”

“Well, what am I supposed to do, Keene? Curl up on your lap and let you take care of me for the rest of my life like I’m some helpless… kid?!”

“Well that’s not possible considering you’ve been feeling to fat to even let me touch you anymore!”

The flutters vibrated in my stomach.

Keene’s voice was harsh, “Listen to me Kami-”

“Wait. Shh.” I pulled his hand to the flutters, holding my hand over his.

“Do you feel that?” I asked.

He was quiet for an instant. I prayed that he could feel what everyone else was feeling.

His lips jerked up into a smile, “Oh my gosh!”

I chuckled.

He looked at me; I looked right back. His copper eyes melting me just like they used to.

“Our baby.” He beamed.

The corners of my lips twitched upwards.

“Our baby.” I agreed.